Date: Tue, 09 Dec 2003 19:38:51 +0000
From: Jeffrey Fletcher
Subject: Two Jubilees...Part 14
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Two Jubilees and One Spitfire. Part 14
Resume:-
Part 14
We use many illustrations to describe a person's life story. All throw
light on our understanding of a life. Some refer to their life as a
journey, others the opening of a flower, the flowing of a river, or the
climbing of a mountain with its paths and cairns. Whatever picture we use
there are periods of great change, to be followed by a period when things
remain the same before the next move forward.
Trevor's years at the Grammar School were such a time. He started there in
September 1945 and finished in July 1951.
The relationship between Trevor and Isaac slowly evolved. Its many facets
changed. In the early days Isaac was very much the guardian and father
figure, amongst other things. Trevor matured quickly in such adult male
company. Isaac was well educated, a man of culture, with definite opinions
on many matters, and all this rubbed off on Trevor. The relationship
changed to one which is best described as that between two brothers. Trevor
was always the younger brother, and Isaac was always the caring older
brother.
It is a sad truth of life that good news is not as news worthy as bad news.
The old ending of the fairy tales of our childhood with the formula, 'And
they lived happily ever after,' implies that while the rest of life was very
good, it was also rather boring. Throughout those years Isaac and Trevor
slept in the same bed, where they shared, and did their serious talking,
and expressed their love for each other. There was still the delight with
each other. Isaac still liked to suck Trevor's cock to orgasm. It was a
much longer and thicker cock at the end of those years than when Trevor
first arrived as the urchin birthday present on Isaac's doorstep. For his
part, Trevor liked to get his cock fully embedded into Isaac's arse. 'Doing
it the Scottish way,' was how they put that into words. They did not have
sex every night. The pattern of special times, Friday evening and Sunday
morning, continued. During the week they both worked hard, and both found
they needed their sleep. Though it must be said that Trevor, if he was not
with his school friend Con, quite often tossed himself off when he arrived
back from school.
***
Isaac followed the unfolding events in Palestine with interest and concern.
The last days of the British mandate were difficult in the extreme. The
pressure to provide a homeland for Jewish survivors of the holocaust and
others, was proving irresistible. But the land was not empty. There was a
small strict Jewish community; strangely enough many of its members hostile
to the creation of a Jewish state. The largest group were the Palestinian
people who had lived in the land for countless generations. The majority
were Moslems, but there were also a small Palestinian Christian community
that proudly traced its history back to the days of the Apostles in the
first century. But many in the Palestinian leadership had supported Hitler
in the war. Notably among these was the Mufti of Jerusalem.
The Jews resorted to violence to force the British out. In Jerusalem
Jewish terrorists blew up the King David Hotel, which contained many
British officers. Isaac was fearful that there would be an anti-Jewish
backlash in England. The vast majority of the British seemed able to draw a
distinction between a Jew who was 'one of us', and a 'bloody Jewish
terrorist' in Palestine.
Then in mid May 1948 the state of Israel was declared. When the news came
through, Isaac sat down and wept. "A Jewish state! A Jewish nation! What
would my father have given to know that one day there would be a Jewish
state, not in Africa, or South America, as some have proposed, but in our
land itself, at long last, ha aretz Israel. Why did so many millions of my
people have to die before this could come about?" He promptly went out to
buy a bottle of wine from the Off Licence to celebrate.
For several weeks, indeed for several years, it looked as though the state
of Israel would not survive. But against overwhelming numerical odds the
Jews in Israel fought, and survived. They even managed to gain control of
West Jerusalem. But the cost to the losers was great. The seeds of
bitterness were sown to be reaped in future conflicts.
"Trevor, my boy. One of these days I want to go to Israel. I want to
visit this nation of my people. I want to go to Jerusalem. I want to pray
at the wall of King Solomon's temple." His eyes were moist, and bright
with enthusiasm.
The founding of the state of Israel made Isaac more committed to his Jewish
faith.
***
Each summer Isaac and Trevor went up to Scotland. Usually Trevor went first
with Isaac joining him for the last two weeks. But in July 1948 Fergus
came down to London. It was his first visit to the metropolis. He caught
the sleeper from Fort William at 10.00 one evening, and was met by an
excited Trevor at 5.00pm in the afternoon the following day.
There had been a great deal of discussion as to where Fergus should sleep.
They did talk about letting him sleep by himself in the third bedroom. But
Trevor persuaded Isaac to let him sleep in Trevor's bed.
"Alright!" was Isaac's response. "As long as you don't keep me awake with
the creaking of bed springs all night."
Trevor gave Isaac a kiss. "I'll make it up to you, when we get together
again."
"It's going to mean over three weeks sleeping apart. I don't know how I'll
manage."
"You'll have to toss yourself off. Unless Ferg and I come in to help you."
Isaac gave him an affectionate cuff round the ear. "I don't think so.
Coping with one teenager in bed is a handful enough, I couldn't cope with
two. But you enjoy yourself."
Fergus was all eyes. He had been to Edinburgh once, but that had been
before the war, and his memories of it were slight. He was amazed at the
size and dirtiness of London. It seemed so crowded with buildings and
people after the open spaces of the Western Highlands. Isaac had a meal
prepared for the two of them.
Trevor took Fergus upstairs. "You're sleeping with me. I hope you don't
mind."
Fergus' eyes lit up. "Not at all. I hope we just carry on from where we
left off when you went home last year. Doesn't Isaac mind?"
"I persuaded him. He doesn't mind. He only asks that we don't keep him
awake with the creaking of the bed springs. By the way he doesn't know that
you know about me and him."
Fergus laughed.
That night Trevor and Fergus retired early to bed on the pretext of Fergus
not having slept well on the train. Fergus went up to bed first, and
Trevor followed soon after. Fergus was in bed when Trevor entered the bed
room. They exchanged broad grins. Trevor slowly undressed knowing that
Fergus' eyes were on him. He folded his clothes carefully as Isaac had
taught him. He kept his back to Fergus when he pulled off his shirt. Then
off came his trousers and pants. His back was still turned towards Fergus
in bed. Then he turned revealing a sixteen years old's full erection. It
was long, hard and straight, pointing steeply towards the ceiling.
"That's a sight for sore eyes," whispered Fergus.
"Thought you might like it. I suppose your caber is as limp as an
understuffed sausage."
Fergus pulled back the bedclothes. "If you call that an understuffed
sausage, I don't know what a fully stuffed one would look like."
Trevor got into bed, and they grasped each other closely.
"I didn't sleep well last night. I don't think it was the train. I kept
getting a hard-on, kept thinking and hoping what we would be able to do
together. I didn't toss myself off, hoping.... Never dreamt we would be
able to sleep together."
"Let's wait until Isaac comes to bed, Before we start anything."
"Can he hear much in his room?"
"Tested it with the alarm clock. It can be heard, but only just; even
though it has a rather strident ring. As long as we keep the noises down,
we should be alright."
"The springs don't seem to squeak," said Fergus bouncing up and down.
"No. We should be alright. But it doesn't really matter, except I don't
want him to feel more left out than he does. I don't want to rub it in."
"But I want you to rub it into me," giggled Fergus.
"And I intend to rub it into you. Right into you, all the way." Trevor
hands felt into the crack between Fergus' buttocks. "I want to get my cock
right in there."
"That'd be a first time for me."
"Don't you do it in your dorm at school?"
"No we haven't gone that far. Doesn't it hurt?"
"Yep. A bit the first time. But I'll be as gentle with you as I can."
"Can I do it to you, Trev.?"
"Of course. You can do it to me first if you like. I want to get that
Scottish caber docked in my arse."
"I'm nearly shooting my load, just talking about it," said Fergus.
"We'll do that the first time when we've got the house to ourselves."
There were sounds of Isaac coming to bed. He called out, "Good night
boys."
"Good night Isaac," came the reply in unison.
"You both sound wide awake. Been talking?"
"Yes, a lot of catching up to do."
"Want tucking in?" asked Isaac.
"Yes, please", said Trevor
Isaac came in and tucked the bed clothes in.
"And a good night kiss for both of us," said Trevor, giving Isaac one of
his 'come hither' grins.
Isaac bent over the bed and kissed then both on their foreheads. "You're
just a couple of kids. Good night, sleep well." With that Isaac left the
room.
They went back to holding each other tightly, cocks and lips pressed
together.
Trevor pulled Fergus on top of him, and squeezed his buttocks.
Fergus began to thrust with his cock, but not for long, almost
simultaneously they both shot copious loads of spunk.
"That's taken the immediate pressure off."
"Sleep now. Isaac will be off to work in the morning, we'll have some
breakfast with him, and then come back to bed."
"That sounds fine, but I do also want to see something of London."
"We can do both."
Neither of the boys heard Isaac's alarm go off. The first they knew that
morning had arrived was Isaac knocking on the bedroom door with a cup of
tea for them both. When they had drunk their tea they made their way
downstairs to do the necessary morning things and have some breakfast.
Isaac soon left for work. The boys finished their breakfast and then made
their way upstairs again.
"Did you mean what you said last night, that I can fuck you?" asked Fergus.
"Of course. If you do it to me first, then you will understand more when I
do it to you."
"You're the expert, Trev."
"That's an admission, Ferg, an Englishman an expert over a Scotsman!"
"I want you to make me an expert like you."
"That takes years and years of practice," said Trevor.
"I'm willing to take a crash course!"
"Okay. Get a couple of fingers loaded with this." He gave Fergus a jar of
Vaseline. He then lay on his back, and pulled his knees up, exposing
himself.
"Find my arse hole, and grease it, and shove one, and then two, and
then three fingers in."
Fergus was a little tentative with his fingers.
"Go on. There're no teeth down there. I can't bite your fingers off."
Fergus pushed a finger in, first up to one knuckle.
"Go on, All the way."
Fergus pushed his finger in, and was surprised just how easily it went in.
"Now the second one."
That was soon done.
It was a little hard getting the third one in.
"Now grease that caber of yours so it will slip in."
Fergus greased his cock, and got into position. He held his cock for a
moment and then began to push. He was surprised how easily it slipped in.
He was immediately conscious of the warm grip around his cock.
Once he was right in, Trevor said, "Hold it there Ferg. Don't get too
excited or you'll be shooting too soon. I want to enjoy this for as long as
you can hold it, and I'm sure you do, too."
There was an expression of radiant enjoyment on Fergus' face as he looked
down into Trevor's eyes.
"It fits perfectly, Ferg."
Slowly Fergus began to pull and push with his cock. The enjoyment increased
even more.
"No need to hurry. Isaac doesn't get home until gone 5.00 this afternoon."
With many pauses Fergus managed well. Eventually he lost control, and his
penis throbbed deep inside Trevor, depositing several loads of sperm.
This triggered it for Trevor. He shot a powerful load that went of all over
his own face. The boys collapsed with laughter. Fergus' cock came out and
the final oozings went onto Trevor's stomach.
Fergus kissed and licked Trevor's spunk-bespattered face.
They lay together for a while.
"I think we'd better get up and go and see something of London. I'll do it
to you tomorrow morning."
That day they went and looked round the Tower of London. They saw the Crown
Jewels, and the site of the execution block where two of Henry VIII's
wives had met their fate. They got back to Leytonstone to be in time to
have the meal ready for Isaac's return from work. At the end of the
evening the same bed-going order as the night before was followed. Fergus
went up first, followed by Trevor.
When Trevor went into their bedroom Fergus was sitting stark naked on the
edge of the bed examining the wooden Spitfire.
"You make this?"
"No Harry made it. The boy down in Somerset. He gave it to me as I left.
I know its not perfect, but it's very precious to me. Great sentimental
value." Still fully clothed he stood there looking down at Fergus as he
spoke.
Fergus looked up at Trevor and smiled.
Trevor knelt down and looked at Fergus' crotch.
"What you looking at?"
"You," said Trevor, glancing up at Fergus. "Just looking at your cock.
Resting soft, back on your balls. It is beautiful set in that golden halo
of your cock hair."
"It won't be soft for long, with you looking at it." As he spoke it began
to harden. Trevor watched entranced as it lengthened and began to raise
itself. The crown began to appear forcing its way out of the protecting
sheath of Fergus' foreskin.
"It's wonderful the way it does that. Cocks are the most amazing things.
Every one seems unique. And I'm looking forward to more fun with this one."
He reached out and cupped Fergus' balls. Then he kissed the head. A
translucent drop of liquid appeared. He licked it off, and kissed it
again. He looked up at Fergus.
"I think you'd better be getting undressed and in to bed. Isaac will be
coming up to give us our goodnight kiss."
Trevor undressed and was soon in bed. They heard Isaac come upstairs.
"Good night boys."
They heard him go into his bedroom and close the door.
"What about our good night kiss?" called out Trevor.
Isaac came in and gave them their good night kiss. "You're supposed to be
teenage lads not young children. You be needing to have your nappies
changed and your bottoms wiped next ."
"Yes, please," said Trevor.
They all laughed. Isaac turned at the door, and stuck out his tongue at the
boys. Then he retired to his room muttering, "Children!"
Trevor and Fergus turned to each other. They kissed and cuddled.
"Can I ask a favour, Trev? I'm looking forward to you getting into me
tomorrow morning, but I'd like to get back into you now. Am I being
greedy?"
"Why not?" Trevor popped out of bed to get the Vaseline. You do the
necessary. Let's try it on our sides."
This was not so easy as the first time, but Fergus succeeded and soon his
cock was fully into Trevor.
"That feels good, Ferg. I'll have to call you Ferg the Fucker. Write an
epic poem of the exploits of the fabled Ferg the Fucker, with his caber
sized cock." He pushed back trying to get an even deeper penetration.
Fergus started playing with Trevor's cock and balls.
They whispered together, exchanging comments of appreciation. Again Fergus
delayed his climax for as long as possible.
"What about you?" asked Fergus after he had unloaded.
"I want to save it until tomorrow morning, so I really fill you with my
love juice. A real load, not a measly trickle."
"I don't think you could shoot a measly trickle if you tried."
They eventually fell asleep.
In the middle of the night Trevor woke to feel Fergus' cock against his
buttocks. He pushed back. Fergus woke, and hardened immediately.
"Go on Ferg, I must still be greased up. Get it in again."
Fergus needed no second bidding. Again his cock made its entry, and again
he filled Trevor.
"Thanks, Ferg. That was great."
Soon they resumed their night's sleep.
The early morning routine was the same until they went upstairs to their
bedroom after Isaac's departure for work.
"How do you want me?" asked Fergus.
"Every way, but in time. Let's do it in the same position as yesterday
morning. I can then watch your face and gauge how much it may be hurting."
"I didn't seem to hurt you yesterday!"
"Yep. But I've done it many times before."
Fergus lay back, grasping his knees,
Trevor got his fingers well coated with Vaseline, and began to prepare
Fergus. He was very gentle. His finger aroused sexual desires as he
stroked Fergus' anus. Soon Fergus was wanting more, so slowly Trevor
slipped his first finger in. He could see from the expression on Fergus'
face that that created no problem. He took a little longer with his second
finger, and considerably longer with the third. He watched Fergus face
intently, pausing when he saw any sign of discomfort. He kept whispering
instructions to relax. He got as close as he could to penetration with his
cock, before removing his fingers. His cock paused for a second before he
began to push. "Relax, Ferg, relax." Then the head of his cock slipped
in. "That's the difficult part, the rest is easy and a matter of time."
He felt Fergus relax again, and he pushed in.
"I can feel your balls against me," said Fergus. "It's wonderful. No
wonder you liked it."
"It feels even better after a few times and your arse is used to it."
Trevor began some slow movements.
Suddenly Fergus cried out, "What are you doing. That's wonderful, even
better."
"I've found your love spot with my cock, and my cock is gently rubbing over
it."
"Do that much and I'll be shooting my load."
"Good, that's the idea." Trevor stopped, and lent down to kiss Fergus.
"Worth coming down to London?"
"I'd go to the ends of the earth to feel your cock inside me."
Trevor smiled. "It's good isn't it? I liked it with your cock yesterday,
and last night, both times. I like it with Isaac and with Con. My cock
likes being where it is."
They were longer in bed that morning. Then Trevor began to increase the
power and frequency of his movements. There were louder cries of
appreciation from Fergus. Trevor worked it to perfection. Both shot their
loads at the same time, but Trevor's cock pulsed many times, each time
pouring out a powerful jet of love juice.
They concluded with a long kiss and a cuddle. It was gone midday when they
got up, and early afternoon when they went off to look round St Paul's.
That became the pattern of Fergus' time in London. Sight seeing during the
days, and lengthy love making in the night and morning. Isaac took the
boys to a Promenade Concert in the Royal Albert Hall. They went on a Friday
which was in those days a predominanately Beethoven night. They heard the
Fifth Symphony, and the Violin Concerto. Isaac also took them to the
theatre where they saw Shakespeare's 'Anthony and Cleopatra'. Being typical
schoolboys they remembered the lines, "She made great Caesar lay his sword
to bed/ He ploughed her, and she cropp'd."
The three of them travelled up to Scotland together. Trevor took his
bicycle again. They shared a sleeper. Fergus was eager to see Isaac's
circumcised penis, as he had never seen one. He did not succeed.
The two weeks that Trevor and Isaac were in Scotland were different to
previous years. The boys went off together more, including several nights
camping. They spent several days exploring the tip of the Ardnamurchan
peninsular. Fergus' parents had Isaac and Trevor round for dinner a couple
of times as a way of saying thank you for having their son down in London.
Every day Isaac went to visit the ladies. Trevor went with him when he was
not off somewhere else with Fergus. The ladies were getting older, and it
was beginning to show. Isaac began to worry about their future. They lived
in an isolated place, and he was concerned as to what happen to them as
they became more frail, or especially when one or two of them died.
Isaac felt a responsibility for them. They did have some Scottish relatives
but these were distant both in miles, and in relationship. He tried to
discuss some of the issues with Nanny Flora, but she dismissed such talk
very firmly. "The Good Lord will look after us."
On the last night of their stay in Scotland Fergus joined Trevor and Isaac
for dinner with the ladies. They knew Fergus as their doctor's son, and as
a well-mannered boy at the Kirk. When the friendship between the boys had
started Nanny Flora had said to Isaac that Fergus would be a good influence
on Trevor, and would not lead him astray. Isaac often smiled as he
remembered that remark, and wondered exactly who had led whom astray up on
Ben Resipol.
The meal went well. It was late when the men came away. It was a glorious
night. The moon was full and shining brightly.
"I fancy a swim," said Trevor.
"Oh no, you remember how bitten we got last time," said Isaac.
"I think its a good idea. Let's go down to our little beach," suggested
Fergus.
"You can have a dip. I'm not going in," said Isaac.
Trevor and Fergus stripped off and plunged into the water. Isaac got a
good view of the boys, and took pleasure in the sight of the naked Fergus
with his good cock and shapely buttocks.
"Come on, Isaac. Join us." called Trevor.
"It's lovely in, Isaac," cried Fergus.
Isaac was persuaded. He too stripped off, and plunged into the water.
Fergus got his view of a circumcised cock, but it was only by moonlight.
There was a certain amount of sparring about in the water. The boys set
upon Isaac trying to duck him. They succeeded. There was a lot of
splashing, and physical contact. Genitals was grasped and gently squeezed.
They emerged from the water with a lot of laughter. There was no more
touching, but Fergus did get a better look.
Isaac turned off to go to the MacKenzie's croft. Trevor walked back to
Fergus' home.
"I hope you got a good view, Ferg."
"Yes, and I touched it once."
"Good for you."
"I wonder if he knew it was you?"
"I think so, he gave me quite a look as we came out of the water."
They laughed. Their private good bye was a lengthy kiss and hug. So the
summer holidays drew to an end. There were many good byes, and Trevor and
Fergus made plans for the next year.
***
The friendship with Con continued for the first three years of this period.
The boys saw a lot of each other. They often did some of their homework
together. They were frequently to be found in each other's houses. Mr
Conway used to take them about once a month to watch a soccer game. During
the winter months he took them to White Hart Lane to watch Spurs, or to
Wembley if England were playing an international. Or he took them to
Twickenham if there was a good game of rugby being played. In the summer
they would go to Lord's or the Oval for the cricket. Isaac too took the
boys out. Again about once a month he would take them to the theatre or to
a concert at the Royal Albert Hall. He tried them out on Grand Opera,
knowing that opera was not everybody's taste. He took them to Sadler's
Wells to see Mozart's Don Giovanni. There was a heated discussion on the
way back as to whether the Don was to be regarded as the hero or a villain.
They both agree that they had enjoyed the music, and wanted to see more.
It also became the custom that when Con's father took the boys to a match,
Trevor would go back Conway's and stay the night. This was not what the
boys really wanted as there were two single beds in Con's bedroom, and they
found their activities somewhat restricted. When Isaac took them out Con
came back to Trevor's. Then they were able to sleep together in the double
bed in Trevor's 'own' bedroom. There were no restrictions on their
activities, except the instruction from Isaac not to keep him awake.
Whenever the weather on a Saturday afternoon was suitable they went off on
a cycle ride together. They began to explore the beautiful Essex villages,
but somehow they always seemed to come back through Epping Forest. Though
later they discovered, nearer home, that some patches of young silver birch
trees in Knighton Woods or Lord's Bushes provided some ideal spots for what
they wanted to do . Sometimes they spent two or three hours getting an all
over tan in a small sunlit glade amongst the small trees, whilst they were
doing more interesting things with each other.
In the summer of 1949 Con took his Higher School Certificate examination.
Within three weeks of the end of the exams he was called up to do his
National Service in the Royal Air Force. They had an emotional farewell
night together at Trevor's house, two days before he went off.
***
Trevor took his General School Certificate examination in the summer of
1948. He was expected to do well. Dr Jones, the headmaster of the school
summoned Isaac and Trevor to see him.
There was the usual shaking of hands. Isaac and Trevor sat down in front of
the Head's desk.
"Well Trevor, we're here to discuss your next step in life. You have just
taken your School Certificate, and unless you had a brain storm or
something, I expect you will have done well. I know you cannot guarantee
a good result, but all my staff who teach you, Trevor, expect you to have
done well. If that is the case you are at a cross roads. You could leave
school. You could get a job in the City quite easily. Or you can stay on
at school in the Sixth Form. I personally hope you will do that, but the
decision is yours. Have the two of you discussed it at all?"
"We have a little, Dr Jones. But we've not arrived at a conclusion. If
Trevor decides to stay on, then we need to decide what subjects he should
take?"
"Yes. The final choice need not be made until we have his results. For
example it would seem wrong for him to do History for Higher Schools, if he
gets a poor result in that subject. But it is good to start thinking
early. It would also be a help to me in planning for next term to have some
idea how many will be in my Sixth, and approximately how many boys for each
subject. Have you any idea what you want to do with your life? I think
the field is wide open for you. Law? Medicine? Teaching? Accountancy? A
Veterinary? You could use your very considerable linguistic skills in
various fields." Dr Jones smiled at Trevor and Isaac.
"I don't know what I want to do, Sir. I suppose staying on at school
postpones the evil day of making a decision?"
"Yes, and no. The decision over what subjects you take narrows the field.
If you do not take biology you are making it more difficult to do medicine,
or veterinary studies at University."
Trevor looked with surprise at Isaac, at the possibility of University in
his sights. Isaac grinned back, and gave Trevor a quick wink.
"The one thing that makes me hesitate about staying on at school is money,"
said Trevor.
"How?" said Isaac and Dr Jones in unison.
"Isaac is my guardian. I owe him so very very much. He has given me a
home. He has taught me so much, not just German and French, but also 'ow
to eat proper wiv a knife and fork," said Trevor lapsing into cockney.
Dr Jones laughed.
"But another two years without earning any money to bring into the home!"
"Trev, as I've said many times before. You are like a son to me. A good
father doesn't count pennies when it comes to the education of his son."
"But it is not pennies, but pounds. A lot of pounds."
"I might be a Jew, but I would never hold back on spending money on your
education, lad. I went to University in Vienna. I'd like you to go to
University. I can afford to keep you at school. Easily. Part of my reward
has been to see you do well at school."
"Then I'd like to stay on at school, Isaac." Trevor turned from looking at
Isaac to looking at Dr Jones.
"Good. I am very pleased about that." said the Head. "I would be grateful
if you would let me know before the end of term what subjects you are
thinking of taking. The final decision on that can be made when you have
your results. I expect you to be spoilt by choice."
Dr Jones stood, signifying that the interview was over. They shook hands and
Isaac and Trevor left.
They walked home saying little to each other. It was when they were in bed
that they started talking.
"Well Trev, what subjects are you thinking of doing?"
"I don't know. I want to think a bit on that. But I have a problem. It's a
problem that's getting bigger all the time."
"What's that?" said Isaac, a worried note in his voice.
"I just don't know how to say 'thank you' enough."
"You say thank you a hundred ways every day. Just being yourself. Think of
what I would have been like if you had not entered my life. A Jew from
Austria, living alone in an English suburb. Working hard in the City. No
one to love, no one to be loved by. No one to cherish and care for. I
would just be a miserable ageing Jew." Isaac turned and putting both
hands on Trevor's cheeks pulled the boy's face closer and gently kissed him
on the lips.
Trevor responded, and reached down to hold Isaac's cock. It hardened
quickly.
"Your fingers do their trick as quickly now as that first time, when you
were shocked to see my circumcised penis," said Isaac.
Trevor laughed. "We still turn each other on! Mine is hardening too."
Trevor wriggled down the bed so that he could get his face into Isaac's
crotch. His lips and tongue began to nibble and lick at Isaac's cock and
balls.
"That too is part of my reward," said Isaac, "Though I could not mention it
in Dr Jones study."
"He might have wanted me to do it to him," said Trevor.
"Let me get my mouth to yours, Trev."
They moved so that they could get into the what was later to become known as
the 69 position.
"Trev, I do love sucking your cock." Isaac's fingers were also gently
stroking Trevor's perineum, and beyond.
Trevor wriggled with pleasure, and promptly did the same to Isaac. They
timed their climaxes perfectly. Each shot his love juice, into the
other's mouth. Then Trevor twisted quickly and they gave each other a very
wet spunky kiss, their tongues ensuring that there was a good mix in each
other's mouth.
Trevor did well in the General School Certificate Examination, getting
distinctions in most subjects and credits in the rest. There were no mere
passes, and certainly no failures.
It was decided that Trevor would do French, German, History and Geography
in the Sixth Form.
***
Trevor was later home from school one Friday in October 1949. He was late
away from school because of the cadets. He was now a lance corporal in the
Army section, and there was to be a visit to the ranges at Purfleet the
following day, and he was involved in preparing for that.
The Trevor of 1949 was growing fast. It looked as though he would end up
about six feet tall. He had a big frame, with broad shoulders. There was
still the untidy mop of dark brown hair. Still the brown eyes, which,
whenever he wished, could melt most hearts. Underneath the uniform he was
developing quite a hairy chest. This was certainly to Isaac's amusement,
and slight envy.
Trevor was still in his army cadet uniform, with his satchel packed with
books for his weekend's home work. He got on his cycle and rode home. He
put his cycle in a small outhouse in the very small garden or rather back
yard of the house. There was a light on in the house, so he knew that
Isaac was already home. He undid the back door, and made his way across
the darkened kitchen and opened the door to the living room. In the bright
light of the room he saw Isaac standing with his arms wrapped round another
man. The other man heard the sound and sprang away from Isaac. At the same
time Isaac turned and saw Trevor standing there with his mouth wide open
with surprise.
"Come on in, Trev," said Isaac. "Guess who this is. This is my nephew,
my oldest brother Joseph's son. One of my family has survived the
holocaust! Isn't it wonderful! When I last saw him he was still a boy,
about your age, Trev. He's just arrived, about five minutes ago. I
haven't yet heard his story. Isn't it wonderful."
Trevor had never seen such excitement in Isaac's eyes.
"His name is Joseph, the same as his father." continued Isaac. "And Joseph
this is Trevor. He lives with me, and I am his guardian, but all that is
a long and complicated story."
Trevor and Joseph shook hands.
"We must have a meal to celebrate. Trevor you look after the meal for a few
minutes while I go to the Off Licence and buy a bottle of wine."
Three quarters of an hour later the three of them were sitting down to a
meal.
"Now, Joseph, tell us how you managed to survive the holocaust?"
Joseph answered in German. He was surprised to find that Trevor understood
him perfectly. "It was becoming increasingly obvious that Hitler intended
no good to us Jews. Things just got more difficult. Jews started
disappearing and never coming back, or heard of. We began to hear terrible
stories of what was happening elsewhere. I had a friend from school days.
A goy friend. He was a good friend. We remained in contact even when we
left school, though we did not see each other very often. Very late one
evening there was a knock at our front door. We feared it was the Gestapo,
but they usually hammer away at a door. This was a quieter more gentle
knock. My father went to the door. He didn't know my friend Karl. "I
want to speak to Joseph Rosenbaum," he asked. "I am Joseph Rosenbaum," said
my father. "It must be your son then. Is he a Joseph Rosenbaum too?"
"Yes," answered my father. "I wish to speak with him, please." "He's
already in bed, probably asleep." "Can you wake him, it is important.
I have run risks coming to your house tonight, I do not want to do it
again." My father came upstairs and woke me, saying that there was a
friend to see me. I put on my dressing gown and came down stairs. "Karl,
what are you doing here?" "I want to help you. Things are getting very
dangerous for you and your people. You have been a good friend to me, and I
want to be a good friend to you. My family are farmers who live high up in
the mountains. If you want somewhere to hide, they have agreed to shelter
you. You helped me once, and now I want to help you." I asked him
several questions, and we arranged that I should leave him a coded message
saying yes, and meet him at the station at a certain time, with a ticket
for a village up in the mountains. I talked it over with my parents, and
they said I should go to Karl's people. I would not be in any more danger
than I was staying at home. Two days later I saw Karl at the station, and
followed him on to the train. When we arrived at the village his father was
there with a horse and cart, and together we made our way to his home.
"So I spent nearly eight years on Karl's farm high in the mountains. It was
an ideal place to hide. Their farm was the last one high in a side valley.
There were very few visitors, not even a postman. Karl's parents would
go down to the village once a week, to shop. They bought a paper, and
that kept us up with the news, - sort of, - it was full of Nazi propaganda.
But we learnt to read between the lines. I helped on the farm. Karl was
called up, and served in the Wehrmacht. He went to North Africa, and was
taken prisoner at El Alamein. He was brought back to England, and was in a
prison camp over here."
"I hope we treated him well," said Trevor.
"He has no complaints. After the war Karl came back, and I continued to
help on the farm. His parents were older, and needed help. Then Karl
got married to a girl from the village, and I thought that it was time for
me to depart. I owe those people my life. We still keep in touch.
"I had been influenced by the Zionist ideal and decided that for me the next
Passover would be in Jerusalem. It was difficult getting there. You
English did not make it easy for us. But I got there. The state of Israel
was founded. Two months ago I was sent to this county trying to develop
trade between Israel and England. I remembered that you Isaac had come to
this country before the war. You are my only surviving relative. So of
course, I decided to try and find you. I could not find an Isaac
Rosenbaum."
"I changed my name, shortly after arriving here. My name is now Rose. So
how did you find me."
"I remembered that my father and all his family had had a Nanny, who had
come from the remote parts of Scotland. I took a fortnight's holiday and
went looking. I asked around for a woman who had been a Nanny in Vienna
years before. I drew blanks in Inverness, in Perth, in Oban, and then in
the Post Office in Fort William they seemed to have heard of someone who
lived in a place called Strontian. I seemed to take all day getting there.
But eventually I found your Nanny Flora. I was treated as though I had
returned from the grave, as I suppose, in some ways, I had. She gave me
your address, and I told her not to let you know as I wanted to surprise
you."
There were many questions from Isaac and Trevor to fill in details. It drew
late. At one stage Joseph got up to go to the lavatory, and Trevor asked
Isaac, "Is he going to stay the night? If so where is he going to sleep?"
"In your bed," replied Isaac.
"You don't think there will be any problem me sleeping with you."
"No, I don't think so."
When Joseph returned to the living room, Isaac asked him. "Can you stay
the night, or do you have to get back somewhere."
"No I can stay the night. Thanks."
"You can sleep in the middle room. I changed the sheets on Monday."
They had a good night drink and with Joseph going first, they made their way
to bed.
Trevor and Isaac lay in bed together talking over what had happened. Trevor
got up first as he had to get off to school for the day on the rifle range.
He took a cup of tea up to Isaac and Joseph.
He knocked on the door of the room in which Joseph was sleeping. When
Joseph answered he went in.
"I've brought you up a cup of tea. I hope that's alright. I'm off for the
day to Purfleet to the ranges there."
"Thanks for the tea. And thank you for giving up your bed for me."
"That's fine. I don't use it...." Trevor realised that he might be saying
more than he should. "I hope you slept well," he added quickly.
"Fine thank you. I hope you hit the middle of the target."
"All bulls," said Trevor as he left the room.
He went into the other bedroom to give Isaac his tea. He sat on the edge of
the bed and they talked for a couple of minutes. Then he gave Isaac a
farewell kiss, and was soon on his bicycle making his way to the school.
Trevor had a good day on the rifle range. He was a first class shot so he
scored many bulls. He did not only fire his rifle, they also had goes
firing bren guns. That was certainly exciting. He also fired a PIAT
[Projectile Infantry Anti Tank] for the first time, and that was
interesting. The platoon that had spent the day on the rifle range was
transported in an army lorry back to school. The rifles and bren guns had
to be cleaned and inspected, so it was late in the afternoon, when Trevor
made his way back home. He wondered what sort of day Isaac would have had
with Joseph, and whether Joseph would still be there.
He put his cycle into the shed, and again made his way through the scullery
into the living room. Isaac was sitting with his head in his hands in one
of the arm chairs.
"What's the matter, Isaac?"
Isaac looked up and Trevor saw a woebegone tear stained face.
"Are you alright? What's happened?"
"Joseph. He found out about us," answered Isaac.
"What exactly happened? Tell me."
"After you had gone out, we got up and we were having some breakfast.
Joseph looked at me, straight in the face. 'Uncle Isaac, do you and
Trevor usually sleep together?' 'Why?' I replied trying to think what
exactly to say.' Last night you said that you had put clean sheets on
the bed on Monday, and I could tell that no one had slept in them on the
intervening four nights. They had not been slept in. Then this morning
when young Trevor brought me a cup of tea in bed, I thanked him for
allowing me to sleep in his bed, he started to say something using the
words, 'I don't often...' Then he interrupted himself, changing the
subject by asking me if I had slept well. Uncle Isaac I need to know do
you usually sleep with that boy?' Trevor, what was I to say? He had
evidence, I could not tell him a lie."
"So what did you tell him?" asked Trevor.
"I said, 'Yes, we did sleep together'. Then he turned to me and in a quiet
firm voice he asked, 'Do you have sex together in that bed?' I think
the look on my face answered him. A look of utter horror and disgust
spread over his face. 'I suppose you seduced that young boy, and got him
into your clutches. Now you have an evil power of him. Isaac, I am glad
you have given up the name of Rosenbaum, and now have an English name,
Rose. You are a disgrace to our family. A disgrace to our Jewish faith. A
disgrace to our Jewish race. I am ashamed of you, and I want nothing more
to do with you. For me you are no longer a person. I must leave
immediately.' Trev, he was out of the house within five minutes. He said
nothing more, no good bye, no shaking of hands. I think he would have
liked to spit in my face."
"It's all my fault, Isaac. I should've kept my great mouth shut. I
shouldn't have blurted out that I didn't often sleep in that bed," Trevor
wailed. He knelt down in front of Isaac and put his arms round him.
"Isaac I am so sorry. It was awful of me."
Isaac grasped Trevor. "I too gave the game away when I told him I'd put
clean sheets on the bed on Monday." Tears were pouring down his face.
They clung to each other for a while, both blaming themselves, both crying
aloud.
Eventually Isaac stopped crying. "Isn't there one of your English proverbs
about not crying over spilt milk? Joseph knows the truth about me, and if
he can't take it, well then, he can't take it. At least we don't have to
pretend to be other than what we are where he's concerned."
"But he's your only relative. The only other survivor in your family from
the death camps."
The meal that night was in marked contrast to the night before. It was a
sad occasion, there were many silences. When they had finished eating they
sat at the table and looked at each other.
Trevor reached over and took hold of one of Isaac's hands. "I love you,
Isaac. I'm sorry."
"And I've got you. You Trev, mean more to me that Joseph ever could."
Their love making that night was slow and gentle, it expressed their deep
love and comforted them both in their sorrow.
***
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